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Tuesday, 12 March 2013

Early March, and Sprouting Sprouts.

There are Daffs bursting into flower in the oddest of places, Daisies are carpeting the lawn, and the pink buds are swelling on the Peach trees. Underneath the Sumacs there are Violets, Cowslips, and purple Clover flowers.

Catkins are dangling from the hazels, Pussy Willow now lines the woodland paths, and tiny leaves are appearing on the Quince.

At Haddock's, I've noticed that each remaining sprout on the Brussels Sprouts stems, are beginning to sprout. I shall leave them (as an experiment), as it looks likely that I'll soon be eating flowering sprout sprouts. Not much to sprout about; but still.....

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Lovely to see a sunny photo we are having blizzards at the moment and spring seems a long way off. My psb shows no signs of doing anything yet. Surely eating sprouting sprouts would be the same as eating sprout tops.

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